NABC Chapter 243 Player Situ Val
Chapter 243 Player Situ Val
The interior of the Phalanx is filled with sacred rituals of the Mechanicum, and they may start kowtowing to the wall while walking at any time. As one of the biggest treasures in the empire, the Adeptus Mechanicus really worked hard to bless the Machine Soul.
On the section of the road that the participants of the Maple Blade Feast walked, there were only very neat metal walls and emperor portraits and other decorations. The strong smell of incense and candles had already caused the tactical helmet to turn on automatic filtering. I wonder what was in front of those precise instruments. What kind of environment.
The drawing ceremony went very quickly. Everyone came here to win the championship. It didn’t matter who they beat.
In previous years, when there were twelve participating teams, a round-match system was used. Each player had to play one round with all opponents to determine the final winner. But this year there are really too many. Thirty-two groups have been gathered. Just catch them and fight them.
Thirty-two powerful Primaris warriors began to strip...in power armor.
After putting on Scout A, both sides couldn't wait to start the first round of competition.
Because there are so many battle groups, the four battle cages are deployed at the four corners of the gravity room, and four games will start at the same time.
Situ Val drew lots and met the Emperor's Emissary Chapter. This Chapter... is relatively introverted. Like the Crows, they like to do a lot of reconnaissance, deploy plans, and then decide the outcome in a battle.
This opponent has done a thorough investigation of many powerful players in this battle. Their group has collected almost all information about the group. He knows every famous warrior, but...
Stuart Wal~Who are you?
The champion of the Emperor's Emissary Chapter entered the battle cage, drew his short sword, and prepared for a quick fight.
Situ Val also took off the dagger, looked at it carefully, and decided to ask the parent group for some paralysis medicine smeared on the sword.
Since everyone is Primaris, the paralysis drugs used in battle were a little less effective, and now they have been replaced with more powerful ones. Situ Val was a little jealous.
"Nice to meet you, Chapter of the Emperor's Emissaries."
"Nice to meet you." The person holding it back for a while couldn't find the right words to describe our battle group, so he finally spat out two words.
Situ Val looked at the warrior in front of him. One of the warriors participating in the event has the colors of the Imperial Fists Legion on one shoulder pad, and the emblem of their Chapter on the other shoulder pad. The opponent's symbol is two crossed swords.
His arms and thighs were exposed, and their full muscles told of his strength.
"you first."
The opponent stepped forward, his tight muscles showing perfect texture. Situ Val narrowed his eyes. The Primaris Astartes in front of him seemed to be lying naked on the operating table. He could see the blood rushing in every vein, every trace of blood. The tense muscles foreshadow the enemy's next move.
Muscle memory is faster than brain thinking.
Stuvar Primaris has become more observant since then, and now he can tell that the opponent seems to be attacking my left arm with force, but in fact his muscles have relaxed and he is ready to change direction at any time.
I saw through your fake moves!
Our great apothecary shook his head and did not move much, but the scout armor glove on his fist easily blocked the opponent's blade, and he pointed the knife directly at the opponent's eye with his backhand.
The champion of the Emperor's Messenger was startled and hurriedly dodged. His steps faltered and he fell behind.
Situ Val was not polite. He attacked first with a knife and pressed forward step by step. The two sides met each other with swords, and they fought several times in a few breaths.
The fire was radiating, and the collision between the blade and the scout armor caused a series of sparks, and the battle became very fierce.
Yifeng looked at it, a little bored. Both of them were holding back at first. If the Primaris warriors wielded their swords with all their strength, the short sword could pierce the scout armor. Now it was not so much a life and death fight, but a show off of skills.
Situ Val turned around and retreated, then punched the opponent in the face. This was not a light blow. Even though the opponent quickly dodged and did not receive a punch from the front, half of his face was distorted.
He jumped back and took several steps back, covering his face with his arms. He stabilized his body near the edge of the cage, but there was no sound of breaking wind coming from around him.
He looked carefully and saw that Situ Val did not take advantage of the situation, but took the opportunity to stand in the most advantageous position. There was only a hidden scar on the arm that covered his face, and the paralysis medicine began to take effect.
Situ Val snorted coldly and stood still in one place. This battle cage is so strange. Situ Val seems to be defending instead of attacking, but in fact, one of his forward-stepping feet is pressed down by the strange and powerful gravity of this area, and a gravity distortion field with a radius of four meters appears in front of him.
Situ Val let his opponent move around, trying to judge the gravity distribution in the cage through the subtle changes in the opponent's muscles.
Situ Val swung his sword and provoked his opponent. As long as the Emperor's Messenger dared to charge head-on, he would inevitably enter the high-gravity zone, and he would have a big advantage by then.
The opponent was also constantly collecting Situ Val's information during the battle. He swayed left and right, using his own actions to observe the opponent's reaction.
The enemy in front of you is calm and powerful, and must be a weather-beaten person. I can't think too much and mess up the situation. Now that I'm injured, I must find a way to hurt the opponent immediately.
He still did not fulfill Situ Val's wish and launched an attack from the side.
Situ Val turned to face the enemy, but the opponent's behavior was also unexpected. When he was about to take off, he stepped into the low gravity zone.
The champion of the Emperor's Herald jumped high into the air and ran towards the ceiling of the cage.
The spectators looked at the contestant who was "flying into the sky" in amazement. Seeing that half of his injured face was about to come into close contact with the ceiling, the champion mobilized his whole body muscles and spun half a circle in the air, doing a backflip that could knock his feet off his feet. Touching the ceiling.
Have you ever heard of a palm technique that fell from the sky?
The champion of the Emperor's Messenger kicked hard, his body fell to the ground like a meteor, and his short sword and iron fist killed Situ Val.
Situ Val, whose one leg was bound by the high gravity field, could not move away immediately, so he had to swing the blade to kill him. The moment the blade came into contact, the powerful momentum penetrated Situ Val's fist armor, and the dagger penetrated the scout's carapace and was firmly inserted into it. Situ Val's fist.
Situ Val's blade cut through the important muscles of the opponent's arm holding the knife. The opponent's right hand was temporarily weak and unable to hold the handle of the knife, so it could only be inserted into his fist.
The iron fist on the other side was dodged by Situ Val. Just as he was about to counterattack, the opponent's long legs swung and his hooked foot pointed directly at Situ Val's head.
If this move is carried out, it will be enough to knock our great pharmacist to the ground and lock one leg.
As a last resort, Situ Val could only give up the attack and retreat.
Both sides were injured, and the paralyzing drug spread through every inch of the warrior's flesh and blood as the two hearts beat hard.
The opponent's eyes were dazed for a moment, and he felt his muscles began to beat uncontrollably, and his eyes were distracted. He concentrated his eyes, guarded his mind, and stared at his opponent. He saw a flash of cold light in his drowsiness. He thought it was the effect of the medicine, but the sound of breaking wind in his ears made the hairs on his body run cold, and he immediately leaned over Dodge.
It didn't matter that he was lying down. The powerful flying knife that Situ Val was good at pierced the shoulder armor.
The thing is... those are the pauldrons that bear the emblem of his Chapter.
A third sword appeared among the two intertwined swords.
Kill the third party!
The champion of the Emperor's Messenger instantly became angry, Yangtian roared, and attacked Situ Val fiercely.
Situ Val also felt uncomfortable. Lariman's organs began to repair the wound. After throwing out his dagger, he forcefully pulled out the enemy's sword in his fist. Blood dripped on the cage.
"That's what it looks like."
The enemy in front of him was like an angry beast, but Situ Val always remained calm, and the hunter with the knife was about to get serious.
"Ding~ding~ding~" the crisp bell sounded, and Yifeng turned his head in surprise, seeing that the competition in the cage had been completed.
"So fast, which one is stronger... Black Templar, then it's okay."
The loser lost consciousness. The pharmacist of the Imperial Fist looked at the fallen brothers with a smile. It seemed that the anesthetic was working well this time, and the battle was faster than before. The three days and nights of gladiatorial combat that had relied on strong will were probably Gone forever.
.......
Situ Val finally defeated his opponent. With his superb knife skills, he stabbed the anesthetic crazily into the enemy's main blood vessel. Both sides suffered about the same number of blows, but relying on more fatal injuries, we won the first game. Entered the top sixteen.
Then...he slept soundly for three days.
These past few days, Yifeng has been feeling very uncomfortable. You know, this is a feast of swords. After the sword fight is over, there will be a feast.
The Phalanx in Terra's synchronous orbit had the best food, but Yifeng couldn't eat with ease.
To eat, he had to take off his helmet. As a descendant of the White Scars, Yifeng had a scar ritual unique to the White Scars on his face. At first glance, he was not a son of Dorne.
When the time comes, they will be chased and beaten by more than thirty Astartes champions.
He could only "elegantly" choose the "appropriate amount of food", return to the small room, and eat in secret.
In addition, a large number of social rituals are also being carried out. The original intention of the Feast of Blades is to unite the Sons of Dorne. Many war groups will take this opportunity to sign many cooperation agreements with each other. However, because the Red Torrent... is very young, everyone generally I think this group has insufficient background and has not taken the initiative to talk.
So after Yifeng had eaten and drank enough (referring to entering the room four times with a one-meter-high rice bowl in the surprised eyes of mortals), he went to find the Emperor's Messenger Chapter.
If you lose, you can no longer look down on us.
The Emperor's Messenger Chapter, which has always been "not good at speaking", basically just waits for others to come over, fearing that the group will take action.
The arrival of Yifeng made them a little overwhelmed, but the whispers of our chapter leader quickly drew the relationship between the two parties. They are a typical chapter that puts the emperor in a very high position. I heard that Yifeng and the others have been here for a long time. I admire him for fighting outside the Star Torch and bringing the greetings of the Empire to the hard-working mortals far away from the Emperor.
The strategic exchange stage was over. Since the Emperor's Messengers were a typical Codex group and a little dazed, they only made some arms deals.
Yifeng learned some things about the state religion through them, and they had good relations with several holy land worlds.
The Holy Land World is like a cathedral built by the state religion. It usually stores some relics of living saints, mainly to condense faith. At the same time, the people there are really "selfless dedications". Not only do they pay more taxes, but they also earn more money. It is also used to purchase "ceremonial items" for the state religion.
Even more "full of dedication" than the Genestealers.
Yifeng's idea is, "We are fighting outside the Star Torch, and we do not rule out the possibility of finding the lost sacred objects of the National Religion. By then, I hope to connect with the Holy Land World of the National Religion under your guidance. You know, we are outside Supplies are always difficult and hopefully some income will come in.”
The Emperor's Emissary Chapter readily agreed. If the Astartes could fight purely by faith, why would they need bolters?
Soon, Situ Val woke up, moved his body, and prepared for the next battle.
"Who is my opponent?"
"I didn't look." Yifeng said.
After receiving a scalpel, another Red Torrent warrior who came after hearing the news told Situ Val that his next opponent was the Invite Light Chapter.
Yes, you heard it right. Finally, one chapter remembered that the home planet of the Imperial Fists was Invite, not Terra, which was being recruited every day.
"They pride themselves on their genetic father."
"That's true of all of us."
"No, they are rather special. They think that Rogal Dorn's years of living in Invite are very worthy of their study, although they only know a few words about his deeds."
"The deeds of the Father of Genes on the mother planet..." Don't say it, don't say it. Most of the deeds that Situ Val knows are only those done by Dorn when he was crazily building fortresses in the solar system and during the Great Crusade. contribute.
"Specifically, what part does it refer to?"
"The part of Phalanx found and given to the Emperor..."
Yifeng spread his hands, "Anyway, according to the information, their war group seems to be keen on building fortresses and digging up ancient relics everywhere, and they are very close to the Mechanicus. We haven't heard much about this war group because most of the time they are assisting The Mechanicus explore everywhere."
Situ Val smiled slightly, they couldn't use those strange machines in the Feast of Blades, so it didn't matter.
When we arrived at the competition venue, we found that all the representatives from the other side were indeed "prosthetic warriors", just like a team of Steel Hands, but the contestants had intact limbs.
It can be said that players are specially trained for the Feast of Blades.
The two entered the battle cage and attacked with swords without any nonsense.
The opponent was determined, even indifferent. After Situ Val scratched his arm, he even raised the short knife and hesitated for a moment whether to cut off his own arm.
This battle was very difficult. Situ Val had the advantage with his excellent sword skills and precise attacks, but his opponent was ruthless enough and calculated his own physical strength and opponent's status mechanically. In his mind, the gravity changes of the entire field were all changing. Emerge in a three-dimensional map.
He dodged and pranced around, his steps were light and nimble, but his attacks were powerful and heavy, using his brute force to break through Situ Val's defense.
......
Guilliman and Ms. Euton could see this scene clearly from the VIP viewing stand.
The relationship between the Imperial Fists and the Ultramarines is not harmonious. It is just a courtesy of the Regent. Standing next to him is a son of Dorne with a very tough attitude. His characteristics are that he is stunned and not afraid of death. He is responsible for following Guilliman and admonishing him. You can't go here, you can't go there.
Ms. Euton pretended to watch the Astartes competition. She could not clearly see the movements of the Primaris warriors at all. She just pretended to be happy. Because she was happy, the big boy next to her was also happy.
Well, except that there are always guards officers running in to deliver thick stacks of imperial documents.
Guilliman's pride made him unwilling to let anyone else sort out the documents, but his hands were too thick to pick up the thin documents.
Only with Mrs. Euton's intervention did he feel at ease. Process files with amazing efficiency.
but.......
"My lord, here is a special document."
"Put it there and leave it to me." Guilliman asked Ms. Euton to stay away, because the message was sent by Kaul, and it was written in code about Ms. Euton.
After opening it, it was very direct, just scolding.
It roughly means...
Guilliman, Guilliman, is your brain spinning?
They are dealing with Ms. Youton because of you! You stay by her side every day, why would she do anything to her if she can do something to you?
Hurry up and move away, otherwise the enemy will take action if you at least leave the solar system and the stable real space.
Remember this, I emphasized it to you before.
It was obvious that Caul had made some mistakes in his estimation of Guilliman's condition.
Guilliman also smiled. If I don't leave, I will be where my mother is. How can a son let his mother go out to take risks?
Ms. Yodon's trap has reached a deadlock again. What the original body is thinking about is probably that Chaos wants to capture Yodon and use her to make Guilliman take the initiative to join Chaos or walk into the trap, but... .
Corrupting the original body is a bit difficult. When Horus was corrupted, he had to be sent to the temple to undergo special rituals. Now, I am afraid that Guilliman will have to walk to a very, very large ritual venue that has been arranged before he can try it. .
Guilliman destroyed the scolding letter, looked at Ms. Euton tenderly, and did not make up his mind.
The winner suddenly appeared from behind Guilliman, "Our brothers are destroying the genestealers on Terra. We don't have enough numbers to destroy them quickly."
"What do you think of letting these assembled battle groups assist you in the battle?"
"Too many, too chaotic, absolutely loyal, absolutely obedient to orders..."
"These loyal warriors meet every condition you mentioned. Don't doubt our loyalty."
"Hmph~" The winner disappeared. The Imperial Army did not believe in the Astartes. They had rebelled. Even the original body had traitors, but they did not.
Guilliman must now side with the Astartes.
"Loyal...obedient." Guilliman looked at the people fighting fiercely outside.
The Red Torrent Battle Group still popped up in his mind.
"In the Trials, Terra's cleansing mission was too political." Except for the Imperial Fists, other separate gene-seed Chapters are not suitable for such tasks, especially the Ultramarines.
Once the Ultramarines enter Terra armed with weapons, there will definitely be a large number of "people with good intentions" who can't be killed and start to spread the word that the Regent will rebel and seize the palace to become the true emperor.
Thinking of this, he got a headache again. How could Terra have so many gene stealers.
"Ding~ding~ding~" A rapid ringtone brought Guilliman back from his thoughts. The winner was decided on the battlefield below. The Red Torrent once again won and entered the quarterfinals.
The champion of the Invite Light Chapter fell to the ground with scars all over his body. Situ Val fell to the ground almost at the same time as him, but Situ Val knelt on the ground and gasped twice, thus winning a difficult victory.
On the other side, there was a big upset. Crawford defeated the seed player, the champion of the Iron Knights, and reached the quarterfinals.
Yifeng swaggered towards the Invite Ray Chapter. It was always very convenient to deal with war groups like the Mechanicus.
The leader of our fighting group walked into their station arrogantly. The fallen champion was being carried to the infirmary. The five warriors and a representative of another fighting group who were talking about cooperation matters looked at the sudden appearance of the red-armored warrior with an unkind expression. .
"Who are you? Can't you guarantee the most basic courtesy?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, I am here on behalf of the Red Torrent Chapter to make a deal with you."
"Oh, the war group in the Savage Land doesn't even know basic courtesy?" The Astartes monk who was doing business with the Invite Light Chapter was very dissatisfied.
"You have to know that etiquette cannot be used to kill enemies and abandon your so-called nobility. If the enemies of the emperor can be driven away with courtesy, then we will not be needed."
"Hmph, your words are as barbaric as those of the Space Wolves."
"Stop the unnecessary quarrels, sons of Dorne. The Feast of Blades makes us more united rather than increasing conflicts. If you really have disputes, go to the battle cage to resolve them." The warrior of Invite's light is still very fair, because he heard that Cross the red torrent.
"I've seen your trade fleet." (What you did is outrageous)
"Yes, if you know enough, you should know that cooperation between us is beneficial and harmless." (I am rich, do you want to cooperate?)
"I hope so. We have been active in the extreme star field for a long time and have more extreme weapons." This sentence is very general. There is no inevitable relationship between extreme type and extreme star field.
Yifeng, who was not a technical sergeant, found it difficult to determine which extreme weapons were only produced in the forging world of the extreme star field.
So, give it a try.
"We have STC template fragments."
The soldier on the opposite side suddenly stood up, "You say it again?"
"We have STC template fragments. Well, they were bought by the Adeptus Mechanicus, but we still analyzed all the technologies recorded in them in advance. Do you want it?"
The representative of the Invite Light Chapter looked Yifeng up and down, there was something good about this new war group.
"Can you reveal a little bit? We have to consider the risk of buying".
"You don't need to buy it, just exchange it. A mutual aid agreement will do, and a large number of weapons and power armor will do. As for the information... it's about a small energy core."
The other party stared at Yifeng. It was a matter of great importance and he had to carefully judge every bit of information in his words.
"Does your battle group have any application?" (Can the organic soul be used? Can it kill the enemy?)
"It's useful for killing enemies, but that comes at a different price." Yifeng showed his signature smile in his helmet.